Nora Perry

"Who knows the thoughts of a child?"

"They sat and combed their beautiful hair, Their long, bright tresses, one by one, As they laughed and talked in the chamber there, After the revel was done."

"Tying her bonnet under her chin, She tied her raven ringlets in; But not alone in the silken snare Did she catch her lovely floating hair, For, tying her bonnet under her chin, She tied a young man’s heart within."

"So sweet, so sweet, the roses in their blowing, So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see; So blithe and gay the humming-bird a-going From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee."

"Some day, some day of days, threading the street, With idle, heedless pace, Unlooking for such grace, I shall behold your face! Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet."